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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:50:23 GMT -5
It's all about saying hello isn't it, all the celebrations.
But for those gently saying goodbye, facing dark doors with their backs to the light,
there is only disappearence. We don't honor that well. There is no escapist balm that eases that.
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Post by Shell on Jul 6, 2007 6:59:25 GMT -5
Deeply moving, Don. It's shocking how farewells have become the plague dog of social grace. There is so much in this poem about denial of death and refusal to celebrate - in Western culture at least - that which can be seen as a release from misery, damage and ego. This poem is awesome because it describes our separation and fear of temporality in so few lines ... intensely powerful and startlingly astute!
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 8, 2007 18:08:23 GMT -5
Thank you very much Shell
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 9, 2007 2:35:26 GMT -5
philosophical thrust provides the power, a calm resigned mood the lift, and a smooth expose' of a major topic provides a superlative gel of mind/spirit/body to make this, as for most of your poems, a delight to read and munch
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 9, 2007 23:39:34 GMT -5
Thanks Dunston. I'm touched.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 14, 2007 6:21:51 GMT -5
I really can relate to the wisdon you have captured Don. I wrote onr like this too, but mine is not short and tidy...lol. Well done my friend, great read!
Bobby
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 15, 2007 14:53:10 GMT -5
Thanks Bob.
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